Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song True Lies (Feat. KoKane), artist - Snoop Dogg.
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
True Lies (Feat. KoKane) |
Yo, hold on hold on hold on hold on |
Stop the cameras, stop the press stop the press |
Now Bill, this yo' nigga, Snoop Dogg |
Now answer me this — did you fuck that bitch or what? |
That’s actually, not the first time that question’s been asked; |
but |
Since, I believe, and I think any person — reasonable person would |
Believe, that that is not covered, in the definition of sexual |
Relations I was given — ahh — I’m not going to answer it except to |
Refer to my statement. |
I had intimate, contact with her that was |
Inappropriate — I do not believe any of the contacts I had with |
Her violated the definition I was given; |
therefore I believe I |
Did not, do anything but testify truthfully on these matters |
What’s the use of the truth if you can’t tell a lie sometimes? |
What’s the use of the truth if you can’t tell a lie.hie. |
What’s the use of the truth if you can’t tell a lie sometimes? |
What’s the use of the truth if you can’t tell a lie.hie. |
Lies, lies, stories and alibis |
Big Mac in the land of the small fries |
Everyone lies and tries to get by |
Some of us drink while most just get high |
You tryin to cover up the holes in your sneakers |
You need to put your motherfuckin face to the speakers (ba-bom, ba-bom) |
And quit tryin to run from it (holla holla at me) |
And c’mere, you big dummy (dumb ass nigga) |
Don’t you know you can’t run from the Dizzogg |
I’m down with (?)za, the long arm of the lizzaw |
Y’all, niggas know what’s happening you turn your back again |
And I’m bound to get it crack-a-lin I’m back again |
And everybody happy for me — ain’t that the truth? |
That’s a motherfuckin lie (fuck that fool) |
Black folks stick together til we die, hmm |
That’ll be the day. |
Liar, liar, pants on fire |
Smoke so much dope they call me Snoopy Pryor (well God damn!) |
Which way is up I’m tryin to get higher |
I won’t stop puffin til I re-tire |
My bitches, my nigga, they off the wire |
They love-ly, they love me, call me Sire |
Movie star bitches the ones you desire |
Angela Bassett, Tyra, Mariah, the flyest, the flyer |
See most bitches like fuckin with a rider |
Slider, to the sider, invite her |
To a gangsta, party, provider |
With a lot of meat by-products (mm) |
And beat the puddy-pot and got up |
She licked the dick from the top to the bottom |
(That's a bad bitch!) |
Then she grabbed me by my nuts, and said «Hmm I got 'em!» |
Ah what’s the use of the truth |
If you can’t tell a lie sometimes? |